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Dating Pro Tip! : Take them to a place theyâll hate đĽ°
5 times Dan and Phil click baited us
+ one time it was real
Finished watching manifest after binging it in a couple of weeks and now I donât know what to do with my life đ
The ending wasnât bad per se BUT DID THEY HAVE TO UNDO ALL THE CHARACTER GROWTH LIKE CMON!!
I need a fix it or a whole mick/zeke alternate universe love story because I adore them
Time to look for and (god forbid) maybe even write fanfic.
something I think we all know about fanfic, but donât talk about because it would hurt writers feelings is that some fics are like fast food. I mean this as a compliment. I donât always want to sit down for a six course meal that will be a flavor experience. Sometimes I just wanna dip some fries in a frosty. Sometimes I want something homecooked and delicious and super niche, but super comforting. Sometimes I want to eat an entire dark chocolate cheesecake in one sitting even though I know Its gonna make me sick. Just. holy crap, yâall. Sometimes I donât even want fast food, I just want to eat an entire bag of chips. and yeah, Iâm ashamed of myself afterwards, but at the time it was exactly what I wanted. So, no, weâre never going to say to our fanfic writers that we consider their writing to be the equivalent of a midnight run to taco bell - and we shouldnât, feelings would be hurt by that. But writers, please, please, please, remember this. You donât need to create a six course meal if you donât want to. You donât have to make something complex and homemade if you donât want to. You donât even have to finish cooking it - because someone will be thrilled that you brought a bowl of cookie dough and a spoon, because they cannot even consider sitting down and having a proper meal right now. Itâs okay writers, whatever you decided to make. Someone was happy to have it. You gave them what they needed. You made them happy. You did good.
I donât know why being fast food would be considered insulting!
A few years ago, I read an essay by a romance writer who openly admitted that her books were trashy, formulaic, and not Great Art. But what she said is that she gets fan letters all the time. From women with six kids whose only time for themselves is reading her books. From women in abusive relationships who read her books to give them hope that loving relationships exist. From women with depression who manage to eke out some pleasure reading her books. From women whose lives are awful and who read her books to give them the strength to live another day.
Andâ she points outâ the writers of Great Art have many virtues, but they do not generally get fan letters from people whose lives are miserable and who seek out comfort and joy from the books. Because most of the time when our lives are awful, we donât seek out Great Art. We seek out, well, literary fast food. We seek out emotionally manipulative hurt/comfort or fluffy coffeeshop AUs or Mutual Pining where there is Only One Bed.
Be proud of your work! Be proud of making literary fast food. Try to make the best damn literary fast food you can. Because somewhere out thereâ you might not know who, you might not know whenâ there might be someone who has just finished their last final, or who got fired from their job, or who is up all night with a newborn, and your fast food fanfic made their lives better. And that is no small thing.
Art by duzum
To heal, or to enjoy? That is the comma question!
Art by duzum
If u want to write a story about a character thatâs just you but hotter with a dark twisted backstory and magical powers and a pet falcon or something, I think u should just go ahead and do that. Whoâs gonna stop you? The government?? Fuck the police.
What if someone barges in, points at said character and scream, âMary Sue!â
Tell them to come back with a warrant
This post came across my dash again and now I am having an absolute blast with self insert hotter me that gets the girls and guys everywhere.
This is the Way
#everyday i remember i can write whateveer i want#and then get too embarrassed to do itđ#one day..Â
need a permission slip? have a permission slip
I recently gave in and wrote the most ridiculous, nonsensical, self-indulgent fic that Iâve ever conceived of.
I had a lot of fun doing it and it almost immediately became one of the most popular things Iâve ever written.
đ¸ 2nd Stretch Goal Unlocked! đ¸
All physical orders will now include both a bonus sticker and print!
âĄď¸ Orders open through May! âĄď¸
Pssst⌠come grab yourself some KakaSaku goodies đ
Spring Storms âĄď¸ Cover Reveal
We're so excited to share our beautiful zine cover by the talented Kumeramen with you all! Pre-orders will open March 28th, to celebrate Sakura's birthday đ¸
Working on this has been such a treat đĽš
Pre-orders are now open! Make sure to grab yourself a large serving of KakaSaku heh
@thepromptfoundry Oc-tober day 3: partners in life, crimeâŚwhatever
Hows about a partner that matches your freak !
The amount of Gomez and Moritica inspo I have for these two is criminal ~ tbh the first time they really bonded was at a cemetery too ~ and you better believe Sasuke is their little Wednesday âŞâŞâ¤ď¸âŹ
KakaSaku featuring spring time đ¸
⢠can be used as a lock screen!
⢠repost is ok with credit
art without watermark available on my ko-fi âď¸: https://ko-fi.com/s/8f2d27a613
Sweetest Ride | Kinktober2024
KakaSaku, rated E â 1,499 words
Part 1 of 5
cw: thigh riding, dirty talk, semi-public sex, undercover as a couple
AO3 link , betaâd by @moderndayportia
Strobing lights flashed blazing pink and green over the crowd, pulsing over Kakashiâs half-lidded gaze. He tracked the motion of their target over Sakuraâs shoulder, pulling her tighter with a spread palm over the small of her back.
âYour six oâclock,â he relayed in her ear when the lights cut away, plunging them into a hot dimness saturated by Kakashiâs closeness and his warm breath on her cheek. âTwo possible accomplicesâ
She tipped her head back to bring her red-painted lips to the shell of his ear. âPoison?â
The hand on her back tensed imperceptibly, drawing her even closer. His thigh slotted neatly between hers as their bodies rocked to the beat, pressing dangerously close to where a blazing heat had kindled hours ago. âHeart attack,â he countered, ghosting his fingers up her pulse to mime a tap. His eyes met hers, fiery dark and stealing her breath. âJust like last time.â
Sakura slipped away from his arms, his heat tingling over her skin like static electricity.
It had been easy to kill their last target in his hotel bed a week ago, and it was easy now to brush her hand suggestively over Yamuraâs thigh on her way to the restroom, allowing her eyes to peek back at him over her shoulder.
Yamura followed, hypnotised by her thin-strapped, body-tight red dress. Sakuraâs skin was buzzing under the desirous stares of strangers as she passed from the crowded dance floor. Her heels clicked silently beneath the loud music, carrying her further down a dark hall and to the washrooms, where fate awaited her target.
Yamura only got as far as caging her against the wall before a spark of chakra overwhelmed his civilian pathways and stopped his heart. Sakura caught him before he could hit the ground, shoving him into the janitor's closet to hide his body from prying eyes.
Kakashi would deal with his accomplices, a damning shadow protecting her back.
As she waited, Sakura slipped into the washroom to check over her appearance. Her mascara had smudged her waterline, leaving her gaze shadowed and smokey, yet shining with the kind of heat she still felt low in her belly. Glittering green eyes peered back at her judgingly.
Sakura ran her hand through the humid tousle of her pink hair, trying to tame it but only succeeding in making herself look more sex drunk. Dampness clung to her hairline, a frizziness beginning to take hold of the longer strands. A stray lock caught on her lipstick painted a vision of delirious want.
nanami mhm mhm yeah yes mhm mhm
A fun little ghost animation
Artober day 6: Copy Cat Kakashi